a little stir crazy

I heard on the news today that the first Monday in January is considered the most depressing day of the year.  But in my world, today should've been a GREAT day. The day when half of my children go back to school after 2+ weeks at home and life starts to get normal again. I've been looking forward to today since about Dec 28th (when the post Christmas depression set in.....I get a little depressed every year after Christmas and it usually lasts until school starts and life gets back to normal).  

But things didn't get back to normal today.  Like much of the country, we are experiencing the "polar vortex" they're going on and on (and on and on) about, and the cold temperatures cancelled school.  I actually was glad I didn't have to get us all out the door to the bus stop first thing in the morning into the brutally cold air, but......I'm going a little stir crazy, and so are my girls.  

They're still playing with Christmas presents, but they've lost a little of their luster. They've played dress up ad nauseam.  They have watched more TV than I'd normally allow.  They've played school, house, American Girl, doggies, princess, and every other imaginary make believe concoction you can think of, and probably many you would NEVER think of.  They've colored, made books, done crafts, played  games, read books.....you name it, they've probably done it over the last two weeks.   They've played outside pretty much every day except today, when I couldn't, with a clear conscience, let them go out.  So today it was playing inside ALLLLLLLLL day.  

Ordinarily, I'd love a "snow day" off of school.  But I'm just ready for real life to start again.  I know I'm not the only mom feeling this way....

But guess what?  School is already called off for tomorrow.  For me, too (I was supposed to start teaching again tomorrow).  And Friday is an already scheduled day off of school.  So IF Rachel goes back to school on Wednesday, it will only be for two days, and then she's back home.

I love my girl, and love having her home (Rebecca's not going to know what to do with herself once Rachel is in school again), but I'm just ready for some normalcy.  Guess I need to wait awhile longer for that.

I shouldn't be complaining.  I'm happy to be home with my girls.  Happy we are in a warm house with food.  Happy they get along (MOST of the time) and have fun together.  Happy.  Really.  Just VERY stir crazy.